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An egg.
An egg perching on the nest. A modified egg.[1]
Round, nevertheless never going round and round. White is the shell, mantled with gold, flaring and flaunting and frying under the lamp, timid as the lamb.
The yolk pokes himself deep in his chamber. Come away, aye come away!
–Why, are you mourning for the life aborted before life?[2]
–I mourn but for the deserted light to which I’d never taken sight.
Being sorry for him, I close my eyes.
Bring me into the evening and then the night, I sighed.[3]
My nose guides me into a faraway dreamy empire. On the shore I lie. Stars shine high. O no, it is not midnight. The air is too bright! Dawn arrives! The sun! Lo the sun arise!
The ocean, once of azure deeper than the sky, is pierced by the very first ray of light, and then the second, then the third, then and then and then the ninth…
The blue dissipates and fades and o it dies before my eyes.
This is a tragedy I cannot abide.[4]
I stride, faster than the egg can hide.
I give it a strike.
It does not cry.
Amazed, I open the chamber and right there timidly lies the yolk.
Half a yolk, not a whole.
The egg has not even a bit of loyal.
This time mere anger takes me hold.
I ate it.
Bit by bit.
Bit by bit I ate it up.
Then comes to mind the morning when a friend of my mom came to us.
A long long talk, a noisy hall and an annoying forenoon with hardly any homework finished up.
It is not only my mouth but also my rage that swallowed the rest up.
Then it comes to an end of the egg.
And yet how long has it been since the end of the not-started life in the unmodified egg?
Swallowing and wiping and weeping and whipping I once more feel sorry for the egg.
Adieu.
Rest a peaceful rest.
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